JT the Bigga Figga - I'm a Boss lyrics

[C-Bo] Look at them looking like them know me that a b**h you can blow me Gun in my holster proceed with caution when you approach us Mob boss with a strong arm f** the long arms I swinging a ferrari bomb weed and Bacardi Big fees now sh** be wild got the bullet proof hummer in a fifty cal Bulletproof vest can't rest the west is d**h I stress The armani with the merclessnes Yea I flip ritz in a click That comes with minis n***as gun till they done with them I never flip the hair I smear I can't draw the homies like eternal affair but on the down low You know how the round go respect have a n***a wet up with ammo You was then they let off more shots than big trick playa hate this Cuz we labeled the sh**ness [Yukmouth] Labeled a boss a n***a with that make more moves than talk When a nina busts with no discretion Wet'em up they bark a n***a that said first a luny Is what it cost to be the boss we floss the life is hard These phoney a** n***as and fake a** broads No laws hate that n***a that ball but f** them all They can s** the balls of a n***a that bucks the toughness That calls of big as this we the mob for the village and 8 cons Shoot up your squad with teflons I'm above the law Just like steven segal I'm break their balls off in three In your hall I can't be lost b**h I can't be tossed Guns let off n***as and blue tape your money is lost I control the start of the race these n***as about to do I'm the boss Chorus: 2x I'm a boss b**h I spark you hood with a boss I'm a boss can get tossed by n***as above the law I'm a boss money talks and bush** walks I'm a boss it takes hard to be the boss I'm a boss b**h I spark you hood with a b**h n***a [Daz] You want to be a b**h n***a and die n***a And get your muthaf**ing life lost and die on how you'd flossing Ain't nothing I don't like snitches always fonting and bluffing So let a real n***a know something Mama be yo dub less f** around with us you get caught up without a vest Scared out that sess smoke chronic or flex with a tech Sweating your homie got checked caught a slug in his neck I don't like n***as that be talking and hollering that bush** I'm a gangster that pull quick yeah I'm already b**h You don't want none of this that n***a daz be droppig all that Gangster sh** I pull a hit out s** you gone k** everything In a hit out 100 spokes straight spit out b**h n***as to get out they gas sh** straight out [Dru Down] I had to mp up to being a lil droopy in the hood Fo sho it's dru down for the count making my blahhhhhhhh Triple naked when I'm acting boom take a move every Second thinking about my homie that figured me out Mighty hard to leave you star Cuz sh** I see ya'll on stuck like in some tar Balling fast cars and losing I get a new one If lose my chain medallion muthaf**a I get a new one It a boss to pay the cost staticly back on track Through a super duper jip I'm a gangster And being a boss is just part of it Dru down ain't no blow up till I pop your b**h Chorus: 2x I'm a boss b**h I spark you hood with a boss I'm a boss can get tossed by n***as above the law I'm a boss money talks and bush** walks I'm a boss it takes hard to be the boss I'm a boss b**h I spark you hood with a b**h n***a